Vision

A disturbing dream Sydney harbour is blood red Cruise ships are lined up From the heads to the dock All passengers and crew are dead It's as if all the blood from the dead Somehow colours the harbour The large purple ski boat I'm skippering Leaves no wake The engines murmur words Only the soul can understand I'm pulling seven beautiful maidens In yellow bikinis behind me on single skis They have no faces as such Yet I know them individually We are slaloming around these death vessels Back and forth, back and forth Seemingly for eternity Eventually we head out to sea Where the red continues And continues And continues In the light of the full moon On the horizon These maidens were ready To repopulate the earth But where would the real men be?